After nearly four hours on a plane and rushing back from the airport to World City, Leng Zimo arrived at the apartment door. It was nearly five in the morning.
He quietly opened the apartment door and, seeing the light seeping through the crack, felt a warmth envelope his weary body and soul.
When his mother had been alive, no matter how late he came home, she would always leave a light on for him.
Now, at last, someone else was keeping the light on for him.
But what awaited him was a surprise beyond his expectations, not just a light but also a person.
No sooner had he dragged his suitcase inside and before he could close the door, a voice filled with surprise came his way.
"Zimo, you're back!"
Luo Xiaoqian jumped up from the couch with a startled joy and in a few steps, reached him.
Staring at the familiar little face before him, Leng Zimo first felt joy, then frowned.
"Didn't I tell you to go to sleep?"
Luo Xiaoqian flashed a sheepish smile, "I couldn't sleep, okay?"
